were all the same

I fucking hate fake people, and more so little fucks that cry ever time the world doesnt smile back. get the fuck over yourself were all stuck on this fucking rock.after all when you truly stripe it all down were just humans all wanting the same in some form are fashion.

hmmm--may I say what I'm thinking here ? first place--calm down :).....second place--the problem with writing poems about people who upset you is this---it means they got your attention--when they should have been ignored...hope today is better for you Willie :)

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Mon, April 2nd, 2007 11:51am

thank you, im a very passionit person who loves to write with my emotions i use it like ink in my pen. i savor all human feelings love, hate, anger, ect. like a pig in mudd i like to role aroung in them and get dirty. they are easy to wash off, i never let them get to me. :)